Luyện nghe bài hát Get Off My P.P.

Lace up your Timbs, Queens, off the blacktop
All foreign recital (?), on the backlot
Back alley always cookin' up a mad plot
The that have us laid in Benzes with a glass top
Hash pot, stickin' out the spot
leave a bitch in a vacant and let his ass rot
One seven for (?) an autobahn is where the drop
Then take the paper, then to the have-nots
I'm on the scene, 26, and I'm a
'Lo machete, hoppin' out the fan's (?)
Whether fightin' or graffiti, got them styles
I'll wipe the up with your face like a ShamWow
down, one motherfucker
260 combined, here to bring the
The bassline plus the words the crime rate
Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9
Yo, get off the next P.P
Be original, kid, get off the P.P
Get off the or my chick, get off the P.P
Yo, be original, kid, get off the P.P
Yo, the drugs are rolled up, the money up
I like my bitches big-body like an old
With their waists sliced inches like the cold
Been at the bottom of the sea, but then I up
Feet first, my voice is known to curl a honey's
Serve a of that, I'll leave 'em with a bloody nose
Smoke the hash, take it, like a puddy, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your by a muddy road
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Martin
Drugs so good, Fiend Weekly three-starred 'em
I'm on the road, trees through East Harlem
put me in a cage in the basement, I'm retarded
German shift, twist, to bliss
I love it the pussy tighter than a tourniquet
Copped the chicken, started and converted it
Dutch leaf, of it, roll it up, murder it